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James

The troubled sniper.

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a character in “Exodus: Aeon”, as played by TJ_The_Beardsman

Description

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Species: Human.
Age: Currently 21.
Height: 5'8 1/2.
Weight: 135 pounds.
Build: Thin, with athletic build.
Eyes: Dark brown.
Hair: Brown-Black.
Skin: Olive.
Tattoos/Markings/Scars: None.
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General description:
James stands about a few inches shorter than the average adult human male, but is an inch-and-a-half taller than his identical twin, Preston. His body type is thin, but athletic due to his naturally high metabolism and constant exercise, this being one of the reasons why his role as a sniper came to him so naturally; Being thin, small and athletic gives him the speed, agility, and stealth more taller and heavier beings wouldn't have so easy. Despite being similar in build and athletic ability, James' personal appearance is somewhat different than his twin. The main difference is that he keeps his hair buzzed short to help keep him cool and to allow an easier and more comfortable fit for his helmet. However, due to his own personal likes, he sports a full beard that he jokingly considers the "best feature he has" due to the fact that it is a unique mix of red and black hair.

He has a Texas accent and uses Texas/Southern slang as well as a mix of Spanish profanities.
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Personality:
James is usually more outspoken and humorous than his brother, but only when in the company of his companions and family. Otherwise, he tends to keep to himself, thinking and analyzing the world around him. He is very loyal to his companions and his brother. He also lives by a very strict moral code of helping the weak and innocent. Due to this, he will do whatever it takes to save the innocent and weak, even if it means torturing others. For this reason, many seem him as chaotic good. The only twist to his moral code is that he is very pro-human, and cares little to nothing for any being not of his species. While some see it as twisted, he feels that his species must be the first priority if it is ever to recover.

James is also a man of faith, which others can see before every mission as he bows his head and prays to God for protection. Being a man of faith also holds a deep and personal view of his willingness to give his life up if it meant saving another life. While this does not make him reckless or careless in any way, it does affect him deeply when he feels like he could have saved someone.
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EQUIPMENT/ABILITIES:

Combat outfit:
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Casual attire:
James chooses to wear his explorer's outfit in both combat and casual situations. His reasoning being that he feels that it's less of a hassle to worry about changing between attires for different settings. The only change of attire for him when in a casual setting is that James will swap his cloak for his black Mexican poncho with red and gold trim, wanting to keep his Mexican heritage alive.
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Weapons:
Being a sniper, James carries the PSG1 as his primary weapon. His secondary weapon is his personal and loved case-hardened Colt SAA revolver that he has strapped to his right thigh. For close encounters, James usually carries a pump-action shotgun, but it usually is only needed when in a confined area.
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Abilities:
James, like his brother, was raised on the outdoors where they learned and mastered many techniques that required only themselves, their instinct, their personal equipment and whatever they could find. From this lifestyle, James has mastered hunting, stalking, food preparation and emergency first-aid. He is also avid at navigating rough terrain and is able to find a ideal sniping spot in almost any place, or a potential trap. But most important to his career, is his natural ability of sharpshooting that he has mastered over the years and is what makes James one of the best snipers on the team. While James prefers to take his prey out at long ranges, he is no pushover if he needs to get more personal with his target. For that reason, James is skilled in CQC and has no problem using his knife to finish the job. Technology wise, James is somewhat skilled. Not caring too much for computers and other devices, he rarely took the time to learn how to fix or maintain them. While he can do some partial repairs, he leaves that up to those more skilled in that area.
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BACKGROUND:
Not a lot is known about James, including his last name which he keeps a secret to protect his family back home. All that he has willingly shared about himself is that he has a twin who he shares a close bond with, and that was born and raised in Texas on a ranch with his twin. There, they would make a daily habit of exploring the mountains and hills surrounding their quiet life. As Jame grew older, he took on a short career as a volunteer Firefighter, feeling that God had saved him from dying at birth and put him to work saving the lives of others.

While he took great joy in this path, he began to see that the world was beginning to fall apart. With many issues such as countless wars, depleting resources and overpopulation only growing. With the sad truth before him, James decided to leave his Firefighter career as well as his family, the ranch, and life as he knew it and immediately volunteered in U.E.G. with Preston as freelancers. James hoping that their efforts could save their home and way of life. Once accepted, he was assigned to the Marco Polo's Second Guard Unit with his brother, the two then forming a sniper-spotter team when on missions. Due to his placement, James also met and formed a close bond with Mosa and Clockwork, considering them as family. The five of them are regularly spotted together relaxing and chilling when not on any sort of mission.

James has stated that he wishes to return to the family ranch in Texas and start a family there when the time comes. But for now, his new journey with the Marco Polo, her crew, and the adventures that await him will be the most defining moment in his life.

So begins...

James's Story

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer
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Steam rises from hot cocoa mugs as it is poured in front of everyone's faces.

"There. Should keep you lot warm and calm....", Ozma says, frowning, and dressed in a formal waistcoat and shirt with rolled up sleeves.

The Captain is holding his own mug and sitting on the chair.

"So...

Let's recap. Durandal's out of commision, the ship's interior is considerably damaged, and we're just on our second day."


Clockwork places her feet on the table and leans back on the chair.

"Very true~"


The Captain facepalms and sighs. "So we're gonna have to go manual for a while....." It's quite obvious that he would rather be somewhere else, and doing something else.

Jannelo stands besides the Captain, and folds his arms. "We reach the Stratevarian Rim asteroid belt at the end of this week. So I suggest we go and clean the damn ship up by then."

His eyes glances to inspect the remaining, still concious crew members.

"James, Preston, Clockwork. You'll be scrubbing the damaged corridors. Get rid of the scrap metal, shrapnel, and report any potentially dangerous dents or holes."

He turns to Gelon.

"Gelon. You take a look at the engines and the AI core. Make sure it is all still space worthy. And if not...make it so."

He then turns to Mosa and Abigail.

"You two. You'll check the hull of the ship. We need to know that we're not bugged or compromised in any other way. Just in case."

He turns to Raxis.

"Raxis, you inspect that brain and...." He glances at Terminus nearby. "....Make sure that robot is still operational."

Finally, he glances at Ozma.

"And you. You check the cargo hold, we don't need any more....stowaways."

He nods to himself, and takes a sip from his mug.

"There won't be any more training session today or tomorrow. You're dismissed."

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer
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Gelon sigh, got up and let his HUD pop up. Gelon flicked through the systems and programs until he found the engines "well let's just run the test run program" he said and did so then head to the AI core "might as well let my bed be moved to the AI core, cause this is gone take a while" he said and sighs "DAMN IT! How could that stowaway robot be let in!, the brain needs to have shown up on the bio scan!" Gelon said frustrated when a sudden thought struk his mind and he opened a comlink with Jannelo "just one question, if we reach the asteroid belt in a week why not have a few people man the ships weapons now and train them for the time we have, so we have at least some people who can defend the ship" gelon suggested, since now no weapons were manned at all

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Preston set the mug down on the table, fumbling with one of his various pouches as he tried to find his cigarette pack and a lighter, not caring too much for Ozma's hot chocolate at the moment. He found the pack at last, pulling out a cigarette and lighter, lighting it, and then returning the pack to it's pouch. He took a long drag from the cigarette, exhaling as he, his brother and Clockwork were assigned to maintenance. Though his face displayed nothing more than a neutral expression, the fact that Clockwork was going to be with him made him slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't afraid of her, just something about her was off. Regardless, he tossed the thought away and took another drag.

"Fine."

The setting changes from Third Deck - Medbay to UEGS Marco Polo

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Clockwork
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In his room, Jannelo listens to Gelon's suggestion. After considering it for a few seconds, he nods to himself, and replies, "We can always use some precautions. We don't have a lot of information concerning the asteroid belt. I'll arrange it with the Captain, thank you."

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Clockwork looks over at Preston. There's something about her gaze that looks....curious, Confounded..intrigued. She nods, gets up, and walks over.

"Well then....let's be mighty janitors, shan't we~" She stops in front of Preston and James, then glances at them for a bit again, then runs towards the supply rooms to grab the appropriate cleaning tools.

There's already quite a few people in here; they're not the only ones cleaning. They actually should have enough men here to clean up in less than a day, so perhaps Jannelo is just giving them work for the hell of it. Clockwork opens one of the lockers to grab a grey janitor jumpsuit. She grabs the bottom of her cardigan, and before she lifts it up, she looks at James and Preston across.

"Are you going to watch?"

A very neutral tone. Not mischievous, not seductive, no nothing. Completely straight-faced. It's as if she briefly turned into a robot when she asked that question.


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Mosa nods, letting out an enthusiastic, "Mm-mm!" and a nod, tailing behind her. He walks leisurely and casually, though one can just feel how heavy he truly is with every firm, muscular step. Mosa looks over at Abigail as they walk, with a big smile on his face. He keeps quiet as she does, but in his mind, he is getting more and more amused by the second, in a good natured kind of way. Abigail's very short size (Especially compared to him), her seemingly frozen scowl, hard working attitude, and her blonde-black hair reminds him very much of a bumblebee. A tiny, forever frustated buzzing psychic bumblebee.

"Hehehe...you need to take it easy, comrade.... If you keep being so stressed out about everything, you'd be more wrinkled than my two hundred year old grandmother! HA HA HA HA!", his laughter bellows and echoes throughout the corridor.

They suit up in the armory, and grab two pairs of gravity boots for themselves. Mosa picks the largest set and fine tunes it, before turning to Abigail.

"Lead the way~", his voice slightly altered thanks to the helmet.


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"GAHHH!!!!!"

Galba's still-intact eyeballs moves left and right inside the preservative liquid. He looks..surprised, and takes a few moments to recover, taking a look at his surroundings.

Of course, he didn't have much time before Raxis' face is all that he can see in front of him.

".......What...the....devil did you do to me?! I feel so....weightless....."

He takes a moment to pause.

"....Did my ex-girlfriend sent you?"

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Preston stared back at her, then looked over to James as Clockwork ran off to the supply room. He shook his head and walked over, not seeing any reason to rush, and entered. Making his way over to the lockers to grab a janitor uniform, he stopped in his tracks as Clockwork began to take off her cardigan, stopping to ask them "are you going to watch?" He narrowed his eyes and held his hands out in a what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about type of gesture. He sighed, walking past her and opened a locker, grabbing a jumpsuit from within and beginning to strip out of his suit.

"What is up with her?," Preston thought to himself.

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan
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A few seconds of awkward silence passes between Preston and Clocwork. Eventually, she grins, and turns around. "Just kidding~"

It's amazing what a malfunctioning AI, several rogue maintenance drones, and a stowaway cyborg could do to this ship. It takes about 2 hours, even with the help of the non-combat crew on board, to finally wipe away all the rubble, patch the holes, and restore any damaged cables or sensors.

Clockwork closes the lid of her locker, and takes a deep breath, now dressed in her casual attire. She turns to Preston and James, and chuckles, before leaving.

That odd stare she keeps giving Preston.....there's something....or rather, a lot of things..one can see from them...

Mischief. Jealousy. Fear. Anger. Confusion.

If the eye is the window to a person's soul, then Clockwork's soul is a very odd and jumbled one.

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Mosa salutes, and follows her outside.

The deep space....is certainly a sight to behold. A vast ocean of stars. Dark, yet bright. It's amazing to imagine, that for every star up there, there exist a world. A billion worlds amongst a million stars.

Mosa and Abigail proceed to sweep the ship. Being an explorer-class ship, the Marco Polo is of average size compared to other ships in the UEG fleets. Nevertheless, for two people, this ship is like a great beast. The gravity boots ensure their safety as they walk across the hull, though they still feel the lingering lightweightedness of space in their movements. 5 hours pass as they sweep the ship clean, finally making sure no more dangerous or undesireable objects are around.

Mosa turns to Abigail, shouldering his sweeping device; shaped like an upside down bowl on a golf stick, and nods, giving her a thumbs up. One can't see his face behind the power armor, but with Mosa, it's not hard to guess how he's feeling.


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Galba looks at Raxis with utter confusion. "What are you blathering about-"

Until he views himself in the mirror.

His eyes widen. It's amusing to see those lidless eyes expanding like a heated iron ball in a physics class.

"W-WHAT?! W-what is going on?! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!!"

His eyes roll to look at Raxis.

"YOU!...You guys are organ thieves, aren't you?! I knew that suspicious hooded man looked suspicious!!"

He sounds genuinely confused and frightened, yet unaware.....though considering his brain was apparently offline when his cyborg body rampaged.....

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Preston returned to his locker, as the rest of the cleaning crew did, finally finished with repairs. He opened his locker and undressed, replacing his janitor uniform with his suit. As he finished putting on his leg armor, Clockwork turned around, staring at his brother and him. He looked up at her and stared back, his eyes following her as she laughed and walked off. Preston continued looking in her direction even after she disappeared, the look she gave him made him feel uneasy. He took a deep breath in and turned to James, trying to obtain some sort of recognition that he wasn't the only one who felt weird around her, though if James gave him a signal, he missed it.

"I'm goin' to bed," he said as he stood up and stretched his body, "see ya later." Preston walked out into the halls, yawning as he traveled about the ship to his destination. He stood in front of his bedroom door, looking to his left and to his right, making sure she wasn't around. Seeing that Clockwork was nowhere in sight, he opened the door, shutting and locking it as soon as he stepped inside. He yawned again, undressed, took a quick shower and hopped into bed, curling up under the covers and closing his eyes.

The setting changes from UEGS Marco Polo to Stratevaria

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: Raxis Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: DURANDAL-1707 Character Portrait: James
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The Captain looks at Gelon, surprised. "You're....a father?". It took him a while to let that sink in, then he chuckles, somewhat bittersweetly. "Then you know how I feel....how much I would rather retire than stay in this floating tin can with four psychotic robots." He sighs, and leans his head back. "....I guess that's what you get for evading taxes......".

He stays quiet for a while, then lets Gelon tutor him more on the ship controls, seemingly feeling far more comfortable with Gelon's presence now.

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The Captain slouches in his seat, his hat partially covering his eyes, and he chuckles as he hears Gelon's words through the intercom. "That will be fine, Sir Deskovitch. Good luck on your mission."

Deunan nods at Erik's words, and replies; "Yes Sir!"

Clockwork nods quietly, looking around, holding her shotgun tightly.

Mosa roars with laughter at Raxis' words. "HAHAHAHHAHA!", and smacks his back in a jolly, friendly way. "If you're scared, you could just say so, comrade!" Holding a partly-mischievous, partly-monstrous bear-like grin, he continues, "We won't judge~"

Ozma scoffs at Raxis' comment, with a smug frown on his face. "I agree. This is a big waste of time for you offensive team members. Waste of supplies too, if I may add. If my family was here, they would be so bloody cross."

Ozma's family, the Howitzers, are one of the major funders of this trip. One can't help but wonder if his position on board is because of nepotism.....

Clockwork has no opinion, while Deunan looks at Raxis with a vaguely concerned look.

She looks forward. The terrain of the asteroid is unstable, untamed, rough, and lifeless....just as one would expect. Rocky ground for miles and miles ahead. And this is just one of the myriad thousand asteroids on this belt. This is going to be a long trip.

"We should keep moving. Me and Preston will take point", Ozma proclaims, and leads on.

The zero gravity environment would trouble most rookies, but even the least experienced members of the squad had some basic training for space maneuvering. For people with extra equipment, such as Raxis and his cyborg body and Mosa with his hovering thrusters, movement is a lot easier. For others, the gravity boots or jetpacks are a great asset.

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As Durandal sneaks and schemes amidst the darkness.....

...He hears...

....A song. A beacon. A call.

...Somewhere.

...What is this?

Sympathetic. Mechanical. intelligent.

Whatever it is.....

..it's not far.

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The announcements from the loud speaker woke him up from his nap. He sat up in bed and listened as Captain Jergenssen relayed orders. Being part of the defense crew, his job was to search the asteroid for stuff. Nothing particular, just whatever they deemed interesting. Stuff. Not that he minded.

He got out of bed, suiting up and grabbing the E.V.A. helmet on the floor, not having any time to freshen up or make his bed. Time did not permit it. Locking his door behind him, he took a brisk walk to the armory, grabbing a new canister of oxygen and swapped it with the old one. He shortly arrived with the rest of the crew, just in time to catch the speeches made by Erik, Raxis and Ozma. While Preston didn't have any sort of allegiance in regards to whether they should stay on the ship or not, he did lean towards Raxis and his idea that going out when the skirmish was still fresh on everyone was a bit odd. But he put the thought aside.

He grabbed a sweeper device and put on his helmet and gravity boots. Since Ozma declared them both on point, he and Ozma took the lead, stepping out onto the dull, rocky-pitted surface. The feeling of zero gravity immediately taking over, making his first steps a bit clumsy and awkward. Even though the training had familiarized the crew to a degree, simulations never matched up with the real deal. Regardless, the gravity boots kept him anchored, and that's all he needed.

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"okay cap, and if something does pop up well beter hope I'm still close to the ship" Gelon said and as soon the air lock opened to space he jumped out slowly floating through space and watching into the infinite blackness, the countless stars and the huge asteroids passing by.

Gelon activated his suit thrusters and slowly went to the asteroid while holding a box with research equipment. He opens the box and grabs the stone cutter and a sample box out of it, gelon cut out a small triangle out of the asteroid and put it in one of the sample slots in the sample box "guys what ever you do, don't go in, on or attach to a asteroid cause you will get it's speed and then you might be faster or slower then the ship and you don't want that" gelon warned the others and keep collecting samples from the surface before he went deeper and then deeper again "good thing these are just harmless rocks now" he said and went back to the airlock to deliver the samples for research then went back to collect some more

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Character Portrait: Abigail Rainn Character Portrait: Erik Gunnarson Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Ozma Howitzer Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan
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They proceed to explore the vast asteroid field, hopping from one large rock to another. One truly feels just how.....vast....the universe is. Time passes, and countless asteroids have been surveyed. Nothing but dead rocks.

On one of the larger asteroids, Erik, Abigail, Deunan, and Mosa are grouped together. Mosa crouches down in his hefty armor, and places his palm upon the surface, feeling it out. "Ahh.....strong rocks here. Very strong." Deunan, meanwhile, turns to her left, and gasps as she notices the first planet they can see.....a bright, colorful planet.

"Look!!", she says while pointing. "That planet.....has..such a pretty viridian color!"

...Viridian. Odd. on Ozma, James, and Preston's side, what they see is not quite viridian...it's more of a...cyan planet. Ozma turns to the two besides him. "..Viridian? She must be daft. That's clearly cyan."

Either way....it doesn't seem like there's anything of interest here. Only floating rocks. Perhaps it's time to return....